One of my colleagues, in typically sniggery fashion, photocopied a guide to  office Christmas party etiquette and handed it to each of us in preparation for our staff night out, last Friday. And it was …

I don’t know when or why I first started hating milk. Presumably I drank it as a smallie – I hardly started off on hot ports and sausage sandwiches, despite what my figure suggests – …

Punishing budgets. Paedophile priests and church cover-ups. Well, woe is my green and fair land at the moment (not a euphemism).
With so many irks of national importance, or impotence, or whatever, it’s difficult to manage …

Well, I did promise, didn’t I? Friday’s celebration of the cynically wonderful will now be balanced with five of the most horrifying splatters of televisual puke ever broadcast. Which could be a bit much for …

Well, it’s the fourth of December, so we’ve had the ould Christmas ads on the telly for the last month and a half.

I think it’s high time we had a critical sconse at the whole …

The Late Late Toy Show is on tonight. It is a truth I wish people would pay heed to that Christmas ads, trees, ditties and shopping trips are only acceptable after its broadcast; the Toy …

Aries (Mar 21 – Apr 19)
The term ‘Office Romance’ is redefined when a janitor discovers you having sex with a photocopier.

One of the most fear inducing phone calls a waiter can get goes like this, “Hello what time is the latest we can get a table for a dinner?” Late supper eh? BOLLOCKS, I have …